My heart beats <br />slowly, almost not <br />at all. The blood <br />in my veins is <br />gelatinous, thick <br />and syrupy, <br />barely pumping. <br /> <br />then, like a waterfall <br />rushing over a cliff, <br />the dam breaks. <br />Caffeine tears to my <br />core, electrifying my <br />nerves and awakening <br />the senses.<br /><br />Danielle Martens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-drug-of-choice-2/
